Lyrics 18 Dollars - Flora Cash

18 Dollars

I can still remember just the way you tasted
Pack of cigarettes in a basement
A pack of gum… a pack of lies
I can still remember just how much I faked it
Box of chocolates and a bracelet
A crappy card… a broken heart
Hell of a thing that you put me through
Smell in this room brings my mind to you
And i don’t mind it
All — that i felt for you back then is gone
Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave
All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong
Now, i just don’t care… what you declare
I can still get high just thinking about us wasted
18 dollars for a case kid
It’s all we had… it’s all we knew
I can still see how you looked when you were grieving
A pair of silhouettes that we’re leaving
A pair of shoes… the shitty news
Hell of a thing that you put me through
Smell in this room brings my mind to you
And i don’t mind it
All — that i felt for you back then is gone
Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave
All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong
Now, i just don’t care… what you declare
I’m alone and i like it… yeah
All alone and i like it… yeah
I’m alone and i like it… yeah
All alone and i like it… yeah
All — that i felt for you back then is gone
Nah, i won’t even beef — i’m just gonna leave
All — that you told me was true, well it’s wrong
Now, i just don’t care… what you declare